*Can just about hobble around with only one crutch.
*Has been spending lots and lots of quality time with his harp.
*Has been spending the remainder of his time trying to persuade Lasgal that climbing up the book-cases is a really bad idea.
*Is trying to cope with only three icons and not doing terribly well with it.

*Just knows that no matter how this turns out, he doesn't want to be around for it.*

If he doesn't get it back, it'll be War of the Jewels Mk II. I can feel it. If he does get it back...well I don't want to see it because, oh my Eru, the trauma. Plus, I should be with Elros right now.

Ireallyhopethistraumadoesn'ttriggerSirionflashbacks...:SThat' ( Read more... )

*Hauls himself to his feet and manges to hobble around without falling flat on his face.*

HA! In your face pointy cliff-rocks, I'm back on me feet. In a way.

*Sits down again and lights a celebratory cigar*

Now...to see if I can negotiate the steps to the talan. If I set adside an entire afternoon to do it, I should manage...

*Misses the kids. Misses the talan. Wants to go home!*

*Decides to hazard getting to his feet.*

Right Cano. You can do this. *Grabs the crutches and pushes himself up.*

*Has a brief, all too brief moment of elation at being on his feet before he feels his legs fold-up beneath him.*

*Falls flat on his face*

... ... ... Ow. Little help?

*Putters around the House of Feanor in his chairwheels, thinking how nice it is to be out of Este's and able to have some space to himself.*

*Goes into his old study to discover that it's been partially turned into a studio.*

Huh.

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*Has availed himself of "herbal" muffins and is feeling a lot better.*

*Decides this would be the PERFECT time to work on some poetry...*

Okay...what shall I start with...erm...

In Xanadu - Where's Xanadu? Fucked if I know but it sounds COOL - did Kubla Khan - Heh. Cool name. "And Kubla Khan smote the masses of the Orcs with great burnination!" ( Read more... )

*Lets Lasgal have free-reign on the fruit basket that Ingwë sent him.*

*Languishes in bed, doing his best to ignore the pain.*

*Kind of preferred being away with the fairies.* :(

Dear diary which I can't actually write because I can barely move ( Read more... )

*Is dimly aware of lots of toing and froing around him.*

*His awareness gradually fades away as his fea gets down to the important business of persuading his hroa that, no, it doesn't want to leave and no, the Halls of Mandos are NOT nice this time of year.*